Hissy Fit (The Southern Gentleman #1)(45)

She agreed with me, and also told me to keep my relationship out of the school as best that I could—which we would.

But I was done hiding what I felt for the woman currently drunk off her ass standing in front of me.

I was also tired as hell of hiding the fact that I cared for her a whole lot more than I ever thought I’d care about a woman.

“Despite what you think, it’s not safe to keep your doors unlocked,” I growled, trying valiantly to control my temper.

She snickered. “Ezra Wezra, this is Gun Barrel. We have a population of twenty thousand. Plus, I have that alarm sticker on my window.”

I grunted. “You have an alarm sticker on your window…and you think that’s helpful?”

She shrugged and started to strip, her shirt first, followed shortly by her bra.

The bra got caught up on her new cast, and she hastily pulled on it to get it unstuck.

The moment it came free of the cast, it slung across the empty room, and my eyes followed it.

Something caught my eye, and I frowned.

“What’s that?” I pointed.

Raleigh snickered. “Camryn found that at a garage sale today on the way over to my house. Isn’t it cute?”

It was something.

“Is it real?” I asked as my hand hovered over the stuffed cat.

The very real looking stuffed cat.

“No,” she answered, starting on her jeans. “It’s fake. Touch it.”

“I’d rather touch something else,” I murmured, liking the view in her direction a lot better.

She finally got to her underwear and shoved those down, too, leaving her in nothing but her short little ankle socks that I hadn’t seen she had on inside her ankle boots.

Once those were off, she stared at me expectantly.

I was too preoccupied with her breasts to notice that she was expecting something from me.

“Well, let’s go!” she declared.

I frowned. “Let’s go?”

“Yes,” she said, bending over the couch. “Do me!”

I chuckled.

“What if I didn’t want to ‘do’ you?” I rumbled, coming up behind her.

She closed her eyes and smiled sweetly. “Then I guess I could go to sleep right here.”

I chuckled, having no doubt in my mind that she might very well do it if I left her there for too long.

“Maybe sleep is the best thing you could have right now,” I contemplated.

She snickered, her eyes opening to slits. “I’ve heard that drunk sex is better than sex.”

I bit my lip to hold the laughter in. “Drunk sex, I think, is categorized under actual ‘sex.’”

Her pursed lips told me she was actually contemplating what I said with all the seriousness that she could muster at that moment in time.

She pushed up on her elbows and glared at me. “Ezra McDuff…you have one job right now.”

My brow rose. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “And if you don’t get to it, you lose boyfriend points. You’ve already lost some after the day I had…so I’d suggest you doing extra credit to make up for it.”

The idea of doing anything ‘extra credit’ with her really turned me on. Like, really turned me on.

I bit my lip as ideas started to roll through my head rapid fire, one after the other.

“Extra credit?” I teased, finally pressing my hand against the soft skin of her ass and rubbing down the length of her thigh lightly. “What kind of extra credit?”

She spread her thighs.

“The kind where I get to feel that beard between my legs.” She pointed down.

I felt adrenaline start to burn through my veins and my dick that’d been hard since I saw her the first time tonight stiffened further.

But I didn’t want her where she was at.

I wanted her on her back on the bed, her hands free to pull and tug on my hair when my mouth was doing things between her thighs.

Without waiting for permission, I walked up behind her and picked her up around the waist.

She squealed in surprise, drunkenly clutching for the furniture that was no longer near her and giggled as I carried her into the bedroom.

The moment I was close enough to the bed, I tossed her and grinned when she continued to laugh her ass off.

She bounced twice before she finally sat still, her hair covering half of her face and her hands high above her head.

She blew the hair on her face, but all it did was go straight up and fall even more distractedly over her eyes and nose.

She tried it again, and then inhaled it, coughing moments later.

I put one knee into the bed and reached forward, wiping her hair away from her face.

If she hadn’t been so drunk, I was sure that she’d be able to accomplish that feat on her own, yet I was happy to do it for her.

Honestly, I’d be happy to do just about anything as long as it was for her.

I looked down into her beautiful eyes and studied them.

She was staring at me with a small smile on her face.

“I love you, Raleigh Crusie,” I growled, knowing she wouldn’t remember in the morning.

Moments later, I dropped a hard, fast kiss on her upturned lips and pulled back before her grabby hands could make purchase in my hair.

“Sorry, Ms. Crusie, but I have extra credit to start working on,” I teased, crawling my way down her body.